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VanityA Poem by AdahdzeWhen we struggle to amass , we do not think of how difficult it to lift anything with us to hereafter. |
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Pieces of TimeA Story by EmilyFlynn Murphy and Thomas Baker have been inseparable since they'd met as children, now Flynn decides to go abroad for a few months and see the world. |
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He's GoneA Poem by LiliaHis lips.My lips.His hands.My hips.His words.My life.His words.His lies.My eyes.My tears.His lies.My fears.My love.His "love."My life,he's gone. |
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Defe..A Poem by angelHow you get bitter sometimes when you have defeat in your life. A love left that you wanted to stay. |
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In My H..A Poem by angelAbout your body and things you will find. Some may be real and others are fantasy. You never know what is in your head. |
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Wonderfully WilloughbyA Poem by DawnMy ill-advised stopple a forceful nod to steam-punk. The antiquated cylinder is glazed with promise, an organ collector's dream. Is my oxidize.. |
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Death Conquers allA Story by HopeOwner of four mansions , sixteen luxury cars and a private jet and yet he lay thirty inches deep , beside the man who had drowned struggling in the.. |
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Chapter 7: At The StationA Chapter by Green RegolJack's Perspective |
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livingA Poem by DiskartetHarayaa poem for all souls |
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By my graveA Poem by SrushtiAnd now I can't brush your hair off your face naive, It's been so long you last said those words pure, Now as you place a rose by my grave, Whisper.. |
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Slipper - PART 1A Story by Sachi RuayaUNFINISHED!! Most organisations, operations and locations exist but the story is purely the author's. Operation Slipper. Where my father was last depl.. |
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The Falling OnceA Poem by Ken Simm.Ancient. |
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Rose On a GraveA Story by Mitzi M. G.[Inspired by a writing prompt from Pinterest.] What happens when you get caught stealing roses for your dead mother's grave? Joshua "Jake" Harrison k.. |
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Happy BirthdayA Poem by fluffythoughts"Hello mum” I say, “Happy Birthday!" I tell her about my day. Heavy, my heart aches. As I place her favourite flower at her grave... |
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Chainsaw CertifiedA Poem by Robert RonnowI'm dead. Unlike Frost and Yeatsnothing I've said will be remembered.Unlike Roosevelt and Lincolnnothing I'm thinking will win the war.I'm going to go.. |
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Reduced to AshesA Story by QShort story highlighting the dangers of burning through the ozone layer. |
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